50 kick arse degrees this morning and a tailwind , of course I still need to ride home but whatever. Roads were damp this morning so my once immaculate beater is gloriously filthy once more. I had to do the arm waving, evil eye , foul language thing to some cager who was itching to take a right on red, thus nailing me in the crosswalk. I felt a bit like a pitcher, "looking" the runner back to first .